(Verse)
Help me, I think I’m falling
In love again.
When I get that crazy feeling, I know I’m in trouble again,
I’m in trouble,’Cause you’re a ramblin’ and a gamblin’ and a sweet-talking ladies man,
And you love your lovin’,
Not like you love your freedom.(Verse)
Help me, I think I’m falling,
In love too fast.
It’s got me hoping for the future, And worrying about the past,
‘Cause I’ve seen some hot, hot blazes come down in smoking ash.
We love our lovin’,
Not like we love our freedom.
(Bridge)
Didn’t it feel good, just sitting there talking, Or lying there not talking, didn’t it feel good?
You danced with the lady with a hole in her stocking.
Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t it feel good?
Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t it feel good?
Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t it feel good?
(Verse)
Help me, I think I’m falling,
in love with you,
Are you going to make me go there by myself? That’s such a lonely thing to do.
Both of us flirting around, flirting, and flirting, hurting, too.
We love our lovin’,
Not like we love our freedom.
